Mothertime

it’s hard to look at, it makes me breathe fast gather and feast it’s a beast to look at it’s a tunnel series, black pearls and lapis magenta elevators exits with no release she bore me into death certainty and i know it’s sad but i find a reminder in that draped in willows and grass  in the sun with a song and a game faced with that beauty i wanna hold it to me to be with it alone cause it’s a thrill to look at yeah it’s a thrill to look at and furthermore to be that alive for lives to come